Lioness

By: Thérèse Plummer

He looked her

straight in the eye

and he told her,

“pretty girls don’t cry!”

Believing it in his soul.

Emotion came to blows.

A lifetime

to please your kind,

believing in time

she would find that delicate line

that consumes

human kind.

A trophy upon his shelf?

And the day finally came

when she felt insane

and cried up above with some kind of trust

Anyone up up there, Anyone really care?

The lioness in her roared

And the pretty girl?

well she died that day.